Liam Kincaid (
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fandomtownies2018-10-06 09:08 am
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The Perk, Saturday Morning
Part of Liam had expected to wake early Saturday and find his mother gone, that it had all just been yet another strange dream. But he'd poked his head into the guest room at the house and found she was still there, asleep. This was real.
She was here.
And now... they were sitting at the Perk, with breakfast pastries and tea, and he was waiting for his girlfriend to arrive so he could introduce her to his mother. Real, maybe, but also very, very surreal.
[ooc: for them that's mentioned, but also open!]
She was here.
And now... they were sitting at the Perk, with breakfast pastries and tea, and he was waiting for his girlfriend to arrive so he could introduce her to his mother. Real, maybe, but also very, very surreal.
[ooc: for them that's mentioned, but also open!]

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And, she could admit, at least in the privacy of her own thoughts, that while she would have traded a lot for Siobhan to be alive for Liam's sake, there's always been a tiny part of her that had been relieved that 'The Hoop of Maternal Affection' was a hoop she'd never have to jump through.
Only now...now she did. Siobhan was here and wow was that a lot of pressure. Fortunately, Verity was good at performing under pressure. She'd been doing it her whole life. Putting on a showstopper smile, she entered the Perk with a wave, beelining towards Liam and the unfamiliar woman beside him.
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Liam had been in the middle of explaining to Siobhan some of the many strange things that happened on this particular island- like the time a few months ago when everyone had turned in to teenagers- when he looked up at the sound of someone entering the shop to see Verity.
His face lit up as she made her way over, and he pulled out the third chair at the table so she could take a seat.
"Verity, this- this is my mother." She knew that, genius. "Age- um. Siobhan Beckett." Maybe by the end of the weekend he'd stop tripping over something as simple as calling her by her name. "Mother," was that too formal? But 'Mom' didn't seem right, either, it implied a level of familiarity that would be impossible to reach, given the circumstances, "Verity Price. The woman I'm absolutely crazy about."
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"It's a pleasure," she said to Verity, with a slight nod.
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"So," she continued, "Liam was telling me earlier that you found a dragon?"
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Her father, amateur historian, would know more. And, if he had access to Covenant records, even more than that.
"Though by the time the family came to America, we were just Healys." Probably for the best, because tiny Verity had had enough trouble spelling her name, never mind if it were still Gaelic.
"And yes! Well, we found a male dragon, specifically. His name is William. Turns out we've been living with female dragons for centuries and just didn't know that was what they were."
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And speaking of names... "William," Siobhan echoed. "Not exactly a name that makes you think 'dragon', but I suppose nobody's about to tell him that, now are they?"
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Her dad had taken 'Liam's mom is temporarily back from the dead' in stride. Their family baby-sitter was a ghost, after all.
"That was pretty much my entire reaction," Verity admitted with a chuckle. "I wasn't going to risk finding out definitively that I am not flame-retardant by telling a dragon the size of a bus that his name wasn't draconic enough for me."
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Everything else, though? Yeah. So he'd visibly relaxed when his mother decided to open the conversation by asking Verity about the dragon.
“An exercise in restraint that I was pretty damned glad for, I’ll tell you that much.”
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“Antimony?” he guessed.
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Antimony had never set anything on fire that she hadn't intended to.
"But if you're ever looking through family albums and see me with a really unfortunate haircut around fifth grade, you'll know why."
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“Siblings?” Siobhan asked. “Older or younger?”
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“You sound like you’re very close to your family,” Siobhan observed, her tone clearly approving.
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She frowned thoughtfully and looked at Liam. "Did I ever tell you that, technically, Sarah is our aunt? She was adopted by Grandma and Grandpa Baker, just like mom. Just...thirty-five years later."
Way more than she'd normally tell a stranger about her family, but this was Liam's mom.
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Said the six-year-old who looked to be within a few years of his own mother's age.
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"Blood certainly isn't the be-all-end-all," Siobhan admitted. "Even someone like me, who spent a great deal of time researching her family lines, can admit that."
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"Well, I was right, wasn't I?" Siobhan pointed out. Of course, at the time, she'd thought she was doing the right thing. Now? Not so much. "She was a Liberation spy."
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"And who's Ariel, then?"
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